西瓜日記

No tag cannot stand in the jungle city

No tag cannot tell from you are company or enemy.

With the tag、I was nagged.

Without the tag、I was nothing to be afraid.

As people tagged on you

For your seat due

I don’t know how to pretend

So I learn to be silent

One never know the core issues

But tagged as she is

One with conflicts

Between relationships and performance

I was sick

About the tags stuck on back

No matter how hard I try to fling

As I was on the seat

It will be like a fin

Still sticking into my fragile skin